Sunday, February 12, 2017

Fishing in the Pond

PawPaw's house borders a little lake, an old gravel pit that was abandoned and filled with water. It's dangerous, because of the drop-offs caused by gravel extraction, so we don't swim in it, but it harbors some nice fish. Lots of people ask to fish in my pond, and I let a couple of trusted friends fish there, but long ago, I adopted a simple rule.

If a kid asks to fish, and acts like he's got half-a-brain, I give him a quick safety talk and turn him loose. I don't let teenagers who can drive use the pond. They can fish anywhere, but if a kid comes up afoot, or on a bicycle, he'll likely get permission. Kids who are still mobility limited need places to fish, and I'm not going to deny one the opportunity. One such kid is John, a neighbor boy who lives down the road. He has permission to fish and has been casting baits into the pond for a year or so.

This morning, John hollered at me, and I went out to see his latest.

That's a 6 lb, 8 oz largemouth bass, caught on a split-talied crawfish artificial. We weighed it on my scale, so he could go brag to his dad. That fish is John's personal best, ad I think it's a fine thing that he was able to get it to shore.

About Me

I'm a grandpaw who has lived a life of adventure, and resent having to slow down. I've been a Tank Commander, a Company Commander, an MP. My main career has been law enforcement, with 30 years and counting. At this stage of my life, the most important people in my life call me PawPaw. You've come to PawPaw's House. Sit back and enjoy.
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